Blue Boligrapho!!!
by Sycther
Lying on the floor was an object which didn't come to life until it sucked in roue instead of ink. But that was a different story. "I lie on the stand every time I get a crush. He brings in so many girls and loses them more often. I don't have any intuition from where does he get the missies from. It is said the money gets them from somewhere. He still doesn't know that I am alive. But if I am alive, then I should be dead one day. But demise is still better. At least yo don't have to have a dramatic composition in that. Standing is painful while one is alive. I find none to talk. All those days of mine just go on and on. I stand at the corner and dream of nothing except when this life will leave me and go. Now, the paper doesn't come to me and I miss those days when I could express myself freely. Jinx never uses me and he has bought those pens which are prettier than me. They have a better performance ratio. They rarely drop in ink and suck in blood. They have done things that aren't the best, but there are still better than me in every possible way except they are dead.
When I was brought, I was the prettiest thing ever and King used to be with me as long as he was alive. He used to love me like anything but then came in the dried gel counterpart, but the delicacy and the feel which I give are unmatched till today. Maybe I boast a little more than the rest. But blue boligrapho has written most of the scriptures and the quality poetry the world has ever read. I have written countless manuscripts. But, His son Jinx has made me just a part of his heritage. The only thing he cares about is the gold tip I have got. The druggie is awesome in his own words. One day shall surely come when I would be sold like my brother for some drugs.
In this mute world, it feels dumb when you know to talk but the world isn't sensing. What is the use of such a thing? My head has caught in some rusts and some patches of paint have been separated. Also, some scratches of time do dwell in me.
1654, I graduated as the college topper from the Waterwell School, Alabama. Since the last three generations I served them as a boligrapho but now I serve them as the boligrapho living. But they don't want me anymore.
Counting the death as it approaches me, I still repent getting this life. I still think why I sucked in blood that day. Feelings and emotions aren't good. I developed feelings and I developed emotions. I developed ageing. I developed inefficiency . I developed fatigue and above all, I developed selfishness. If you got to be living, you got to be selfish and you got to be cunning enough to survive. These days they used me for signing some papers which are more non-living than the pen. Those papers mean nothing to me as they lack emotions.
I was invented to serve this humanity and now they use me to give death. Such a cycle is not needed, I was better without life and want to go back again.
Wish me history as I sleep on your lap today...
When I was brought, I was the prettiest thing ever and King used to be with me as long as he was alive. He used to love me like anything but then came in the dried gel counterpart, but the delicacy and the feel which I give are unmatched till today. Maybe I boast a little more than the rest. But blue boligrapho has written most of the scriptures and the quality poetry the world has ever read. I have written countless manuscripts. But, His son Jinx has made me just a part of his heritage. The only thing he cares about is the gold tip I have got. The druggie is awesome in his own words. One day shall surely come when I would be sold like my brother for some drugs.
In this mute world, it feels dumb when you know to talk but the world isn't sensing. What is the use of such a thing? My head has caught in some rusts and some patches of paint have been separated. Also, some scratches of time do dwell in me.
1654, I graduated as the college topper from the Waterwell School, Alabama. Since the last three generations I served them as a boligrapho but now I serve them as the boligrapho living. But they don't want me anymore.
Counting the death as it approaches me, I still repent getting this life. I still think why I sucked in blood that day. Feelings and emotions aren't good. I developed feelings and I developed emotions. I developed ageing. I developed inefficiency . I developed fatigue and above all, I developed selfishness. If you got to be living, you got to be selfish and you got to be cunning enough to survive. These days they used me for signing some papers which are more non-living than the pen. Those papers mean nothing to me as they lack emotions.
I was invented to serve this humanity and now they use me to give death. Such a cycle is not needed, I was better without life and want to go back again.
Wish me history as I sleep on your lap today...
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